Saturday, November 10, 2012
Yesterday Isaac surprised us and came home for the weekend. (He was a little under the weather.) We tease Jeff because he is always saying to Isaac, "You grew inches, I can tell, you are so much taller, let's go see." We all roll our eyes and laugh. And then everyone is forced to measure up. Isaac has at least an inch on me now. No doubt they will all be way taller than their mom. And much to Abbey's relief she is still growing-she passionately desired to be a little taller than she is currently.
Today I am putting my sentimentality aside and I'm grateful for my healthy, growing children. Oh, you'd bet I'd love to have them all dressed in matching pajamas, playing with trucks or dolls all day and going to bed at 8:00 p.m. for the rest of my life. Those chubby fingers and toes and almost-always sweet dispositions, and my ability to keep most of the outside reality out and the my own little reality in-those were good days.
But the true reality is that children grow. And my job is, in essence, to work myself out of my job. And their job, as children, is to grow-not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, to thrive in the world today, with my husband and I as guiding forces.